Just a Runaway // Niall Horan // Book 1

My New Home - Chapter 5

I opened my eyes to find it was dark outside. I rolled over in the bed and looked at the clock that was on the bed night stand. 03:18. Great. Middle of the night. All I remember from the the day before was going to the boys' house and just going to straight to the guest room, which, I guess is my room now, and going to sleep. It was about 12:00 when I got into my room so I guess I've been sleeping for about 15 hours straight.

I rolled back over and attempted to go back to sleep. After about a half hour of no success, I decided I'd just get up and explore my new home. I put my hair up inti a messy bun and didn't even bother to put on makeup. I just washed off the smeared eyeliner and mascara from yesterday.

I walked out of my bathroom, through my bedroom and to the door. I slowly opening it, thanking god it didn't creak, and looked both ways. I saw that everyone else's door was shut, so the coast was clear. I shut my door behind me and tiptoed down the hallway. I didn't know if the floor would creak anywhere so I went pretty fast down the hall.

I fast walked down the stairs and once I got to the bottom, I was pretty sure that no one would be able to hear me. I walked into the kitchen, poured me a glass of water, and within seconds, the cup was empty. I then felt my stomach churning. Not the type where you feel sick, it was a type where you feel extremely hungry.

I hadn't eaten in two days. But when I ate, I ending up puking it up. I didn't eat yesterday since I went to sleep right away. I thought about it for awhile and decided that I could eat. I went into the pantry, pulled out a loaf of bread, took a slice, and put it in the toaster. I searched around for the butter and cinnamon, and spread it on. I took and bite and it tasted so good. I rarely eat breakfast anymore, but when I used to, I would eat this every morning.

After I finished, I took another cup of water so I knew for sure my stomach would be full. That would hold me up for awhile. I walked over to the living room, plopped on the couch, and turned on the TV. I wasn't sure what to look for since I've never really watched British TV but I settled on some late night comedy show. I felt my eyes become heavy and tiredness returning to my body. Next thing I knew, all I could see were my eyelids.

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"Should I wake her up?"

"I don't know. How did she get here anyways? She was in her room wasn't she?"

"I don't know, but she slept all day yesterday. Poor girl's exhausted."

"Whatever. I'll let her sleep for awhile longer."

I woke up yet I kept my eyes closed and heard the conversation of, I think, Zayn and Louis. After I heard them walk upstairs, I opened my eyes and felt something over my body. It was a blanket. I don't remember putting one on when I laid on the couch.

Maybe Zayn or Louis put it over me. I looked over at the clock on the wall. 10:03. Well, at least it was still morning. I pulled the blanket of me and sat up. I yawned, rubbed my eyes, and stood up. I did my typical morning stretch which included snaps, crackles, and pops. I zipped up my sweatshirt I was wearing and walked into the kitchen.The first person who saw me was Niall.

"Goodmorning sleeping beauty."

Ya right. In the morning I look nothing like a beauty. Harry was at the stove cooking something and turned around.

"You want something for breakfast?"

I looked up and met his eyes.

"No that's okay. I can't eat in the morning."

"Oh? Why not?"

By now everyone's eyes were on me. God.

"I just get sick."